Theme: domestic!au: the dating timeline
Five-year-old Heiwajima Shizuo walked up to five-year-old Orihara Izaya, extended a sand pail and bowed his head to hide his flushed cheeks.
“I-I’m Shizuo!!! N-n-n-n-nice to m-meet ou!!!”
Izaya tilted his head.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Shizu-chan. But you introduced yourself yesterday and we played! Don’t you remember?”
“O-oh… I thought m-maybe you forgot…”
Humming to let him know he was paying attention, twenty-five-year-old Izaya looked up from his magazine on the couch to see Shizuo appearing distressed over a piece of paper.
“How long have we been dating?”
Eight-year-old Shizuo was about to talk to his teacher all by himself and he was nervous.
But it had to be done.
Clearing his throat, he looked up and it took everything to not shrink away when his teacher returned the gaze, smiled warmly. “Yes, Shizuo-kun?”
“I-I… I-I want to b-be Izaya’s partner!!”
“I-I WANT TO BE IZAYA’S PARTNER!!!”
“Dear, you already are. Izaya already asked the day before.”
“Mm… who asked who out?” Izaya drawled, returning to his laying position.
“Uh…” Shizuo looked up, brow knit and end of his pencil touching to his lip. “…I don’t think either of us did.”
“All right,” Izaya murmured coolly. “Then when did we first kiss?”
Thirteen-year-old Izaya had a proposition that would make Shizuo’s entire face, neck, ears, and probably a good half of his body turn bright red. He was waiting for him after school by his last class, leaning against the wall casually. Shizuo had a tendency to be slow, so Izaya waited until everyone had cleared out to go in, call out his name and plop down in the desk in front of Shizuo’s.
“Shizu-chan, can you do me a favor?”
“Huh? Sure, anything.”
Izaya smirked and leaned in.
“…Does that make it official?” Shizuo asked with a frown, looking at the couch that Izaya was on. “I mean… at that time, I figured it was more of a… friend type thing. Like you just wanted to know what it was like.”
Izaya sat up. “Did you not like it? Because Shizu-chan’s face turned pretty red…”
“Sh-shut up!! A-anyway, a better indicator would’ve been when we first… you know…”
“Hey, Shizu-chan,” eighteen-year-old Izaya piped one day, looked over to Shizuo, who was laying on his bed with him and struggling with math. “Do me a favor?”
“Yeah, sure. Anything.”
Izaya smirked and leaned in.
“Let’s have sex.”
“Well, at that time, Shizu-chan didn’t confess to me yet…”
“Y-y-y-you didn’t either!!”
“You didn’t get the hint from me wanting to do it with you?”
“…YOU’RE ALWAYS SAYIN’ STUFF LIKE THAT, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??”
Giving a dry laugh, Izaya mumbled ‘that is true’ and stood. His magazine was tossed carelessly onto the couch as he walked over to stand behind Shizuo. His arms laced around his neck, nails scratched gently against his chest over his shirt as his fingers curled, hugging him loosely and peering at the paper he was working on. Immediately, his brows knit as he asked, “…You’re making a timeline?”
“…No,” Shizuo muttered meekly. “I just… I realized we never… asked each other out. Or confessed. We just… got together.”
Twenty-three-year-old Shizuo suddenly became acutely aware of the fact he’d never been on an official date, always turned down confessions for some reason, and though never having been labeled as someone’s boyfriend, felt like he wasn’t single.
“Izaya,” he said slowly, chopsticks stilling. “…Are we… are we dating?”
Izaya looked up.
“…I certainly hope so because you did agree that this was our anniversary.”
“Hey,” Shizuo said suddenly, “how did you decide that the date of our anniversary was our anniversary? What special thing happened that day?”
“Oh,” Izaya sighed, shrugging and pressed a kiss to Shizuo’s jaw. “Nothing. It seems like an anniversary type of date.”
“…You piece of–”
“Don’t worry about this too much, Shizu-chan,” Izaya said, hiding a laugh in his tone as he shifted to leave a kiss at the corner of Shizuo’s mouth. “Not everything has to be strictly defined, yeah? I mean, who knows…”
He pulled back only to gracefully fall into Shizuo’s lap. He took the pencil and tossed it aside as he leaned in, his arms lacing around Shizuo’s neck as he stole a proper kiss, pulled back and left both of their lips tingling and hearts beating a little quicker.
“Maybe we’ve just been together our whole lives.”